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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.