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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.