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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.