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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.