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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Wire,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.