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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.