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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.