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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Hashim,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.