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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.