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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s 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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.