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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.