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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.