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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.