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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.