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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.