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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.