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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.