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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Jandek,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.