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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.