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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.