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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.