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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Human League,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.