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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.