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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.