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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.