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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.