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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.