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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.