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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.