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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.