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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.