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 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.