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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.