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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.