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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.