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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.