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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.