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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
10cc,
The Monks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.