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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.