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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.