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 Israel 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Names,
CMW,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.