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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.