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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
JFA,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.