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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.