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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.