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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.