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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.