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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
PIL,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.