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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.