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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.