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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.