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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Swans,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.