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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.