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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.