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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.