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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.