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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.