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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.