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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.