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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.