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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.