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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Mars,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.