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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
X-102,
Technova,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.