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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.