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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.