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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.