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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.