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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.