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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.