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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.