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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.