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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.