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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Nico,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.