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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.