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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.