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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.