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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.