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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.