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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.