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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.