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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Gong,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.