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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.