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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Organ,
Index,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.