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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.