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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.