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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.