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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Slave to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.