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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.