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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.