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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.