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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.