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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.