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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s 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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.