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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.