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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.