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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.