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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
June of 44,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.