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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.