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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.