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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.