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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.