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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.