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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.