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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.