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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.