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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.