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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.