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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.