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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.