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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.