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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Wings,
DNA,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.