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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.