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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.