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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.