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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.