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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Neu!,
Japan,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.