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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Wire,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.