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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.