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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.