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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.