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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.