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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 snare 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.