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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.