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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.