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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.