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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.