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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.