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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.