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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.