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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
UT,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.