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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.