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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Visage,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.