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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Cluster,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.