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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.