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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.