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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.