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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Japan,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.