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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.