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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.