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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.