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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.