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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Can,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.