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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.