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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.