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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
New Order,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.