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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.