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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.