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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nico to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.