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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.