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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.