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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.