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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.