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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.