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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.