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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.