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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.