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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Visage,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.