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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
X-101,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.