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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.