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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.