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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.