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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.