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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.