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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Wings,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.