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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.