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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s 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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.