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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.