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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.