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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.