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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Visage,
Hoover,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.