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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.