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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.