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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.