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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.