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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.