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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.