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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.