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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.