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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.