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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.