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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.