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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.