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 Germany and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.