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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.