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 China and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Scion,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.