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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.