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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.