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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.