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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.