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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.