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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.