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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the disco 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.