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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Lungfish 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.