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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.