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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.