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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.