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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Motions to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.