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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.