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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.