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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Faust,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.