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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Motions to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.