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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.