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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Japan,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.