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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.