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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.