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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
AZ,
Cymande,
Crime,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.