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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Zeros,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.