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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.