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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.