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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.