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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.