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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
The Doors,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.