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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.