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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.