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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.