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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.