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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.