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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.