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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.