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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.