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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.