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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.