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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.