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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.