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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.