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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.