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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.