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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.