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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.