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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.