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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.