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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
UT,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.