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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Gong,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.