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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.