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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.