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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.