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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.