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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.