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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.