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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.