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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.