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 Togo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.