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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.