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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.