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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.