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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
June Days,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.