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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.