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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.