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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.