Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.