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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.