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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Ten City,
ABC,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.