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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The Index,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.