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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Technova,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Can,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.