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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.