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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
X-102,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.