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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.