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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.