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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.