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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.