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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Excepter,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.