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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.