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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.