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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Index,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.