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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.