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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
New Order,
Visage,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.