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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.