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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.