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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.