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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.