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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Pylon,
JFA,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.