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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.