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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.