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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Black Pus 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.