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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.