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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.