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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Gong,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.