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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Magma,
JFA,
a-ha,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.