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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.