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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.