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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.