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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.