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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.