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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.