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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.