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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.