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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.