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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Slackers 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Can,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.