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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
CMW,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.