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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.