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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.