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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.