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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.