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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Index,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.