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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.