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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Move,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.