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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.