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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.