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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.