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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Can,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.