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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Index,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.