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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.