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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.