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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.