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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.