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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.