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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.