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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.