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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.