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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Organ,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Gories,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.