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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.