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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.