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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.