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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.