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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.