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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.