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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Mars,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.