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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.