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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.