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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
the Swans,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.