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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.