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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.