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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.