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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.