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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Josef K,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.