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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.