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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.