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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Ludus,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Section 25,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.