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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.