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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.