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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.