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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.