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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.