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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 Lagos and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.