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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.