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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.