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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.