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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.