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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.