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 Switzerland 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.