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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.