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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.