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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
The Move,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.