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 India and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.