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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.