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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.