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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Index,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Fall,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.