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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.