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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.