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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.