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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.