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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.