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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.