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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.