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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.