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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.