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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.