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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.