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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Television,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.