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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.