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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Stooges,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.