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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.