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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.