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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.