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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.