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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.