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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.