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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
New Order,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.