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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Wire,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.