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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.