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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 sitar 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 The Fugs 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.