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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.