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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.