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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.