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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.