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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.