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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.