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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.