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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
The Index,
UT,
Gong,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.