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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.