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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.