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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.