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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.