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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.