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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
X-102,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.