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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.