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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.