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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.