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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.