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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Index,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.