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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.