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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.