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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.