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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Scion,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.