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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.