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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Monks,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.