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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.