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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.