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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
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.