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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.