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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.