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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.