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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.