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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.