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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.