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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.