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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.