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 China and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.