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 Dominica 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.