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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.