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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.