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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Scientists 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.