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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.