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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.