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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.