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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.