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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Marine Girls 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.