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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.