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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.