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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Neil Young,
ABC,
Wire,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Can,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.