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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.