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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.