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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.