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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.