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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.