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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.