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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.