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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.