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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.