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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Qualms to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.