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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.