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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.