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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.