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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.