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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.