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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.