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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.