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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.