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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.