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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.