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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.