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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.