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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.