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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.