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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.