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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.