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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.