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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.