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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.