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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Television,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.