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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.