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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.