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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.