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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Rekid,
The Busters,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.