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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
The Busters,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.