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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.