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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.