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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.