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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
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Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.