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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.