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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.