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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.