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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.