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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.