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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.