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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.