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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.