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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.