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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.