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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.