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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.