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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.