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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
MC5,
The Victims,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.