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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Index,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
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.