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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
the Association,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.