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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
ABC,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.