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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.