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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.