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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.