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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.