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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.