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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 United States of America,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Wake,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.