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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.