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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.