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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.