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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.