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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.