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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Nas,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.