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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.