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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Names,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.