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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.