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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.