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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.