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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.