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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.