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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.