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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.