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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
ABBA,
the Germs,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.