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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Technova,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.