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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.