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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.