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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.