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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.