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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.