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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.