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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Evens,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.