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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.