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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.