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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Fear,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.