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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Japan,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.