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 Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.