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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.